There was a man who had been sheltered all his life to such an extent that he new nothing of the world. Before this man was placed a large book, I believe it was The Histories by Herodotus. When the man looked at the thing before him he did not know what it was. As he could not read he only recognized the writing on the front as strange lines and squiggles. He did not even realize that this thing, the book, could be opened and inside were many more lines and squiggles that told a great story. But even if the man was taught to read he would still not understand the story because he knew nothing of Ancient Greeks or war or geography and so on.
The man’s ignorance was a great barrier, a wall he would never be able to scale.
Now on top of this book was placed another book and then another until there was a mountain made up of millions upon millions of books.
Now if this man looked at the colossal mountain of complexity and told you he had the answer, that he understood, you might think he was a preacher or perhaps a scientist.
Burracracies plasticize human life.
The soul crushing Bureaucratic Superstructure is a consequence of the devolving quality of man. For many decades weakness, in all its different forms, has grown inside man like a cancer.
As man becomes less capable he requires more care, being fearful he surrounds himself with a massive superstructure so that he is cocooned and in this slavish state he believes he in safe.
What some neutered intellectual would call the advance of civilization anyone with the self-respect of a chimp would call slavery. The festering wound which results from the damage caused by absolute weakness.
Fear of living, fear of making decisions, fear of failure have all caused man to turn from reality and dwell in the house of delusion.
Man is becoming separated from his viability and his weakness is a proclamation to nature, in resounding chorus, that he is ready for her to bring justice down upon him in the form of death.
The Bureaucratic Superstructure is the proclamation and nature always hears the sounds of the wounded, she can not abide mercy for the languid.
In violence one brother guides another toward destiny. It is the slaughter of similarity that causes disdain. To spill the blood of the unfamiliar is easy and more just. Opinions crash against each other and one’s desire to see his will fulfilled causes a focus that becomes necessary to dismantle obstructions. Regard can not dissuade wrath. What is necessary comes and in time all aspects melt away and what remains is the act.
There is a myriad of voices that can be heard among the ruins of progress and order, the late comers who have arrived in order to partake, and they call out for their god given rights, but what rights are god given and not confirmed and defended by men?
If a man has unassailable rights and yet can not defend himself then in reality he has no rights and he and his rights are far from unassailable.
What responsibility is there for man to secure the rights of his weaker elements? He has no such responsibility beyond what is his and what he chooses to secure. Morality may dictate but nature cares not, in nature force is supreme.
The point is not how it should be but how it is.
A person can philosophize and develop high ideals but what does that matter when someone can come along and take everything away from you? What do lofty ideals secure? The large brain only exists as a consequence of the large fist.
Within the bounds of strength, an umbrella provided by those who wield force, do the incapable screech about rights and how benevolence is a virtue.
What culture shall reign? What will the liberal ethos permit to be taken away as an offering of tolerance?
A society is built by those who reside within it, culture is hewed by investment of time, generations of contributions for the sake of prosperity that passes on to posterity.
Today it is considered ethical to give away what has been built, to give the results of one man’s labor to another and subsequently claim it is a necessary act of penance for success however similar to attrition it may seem.
All that blood and sweat expended to let others come here and make it their own and thus show how tolerant and thoughtful we are.
I see my land before me and there I see where my grandfather spilled his blood and on that very spot will rise the minaret and the call will resound, beautiful to some but in my ear it sounds like death.
What sense is there in submitting before the fight? Why lose everything for some putrid notion of tolerance? The Liberal ethos is a cancer.
The lower elements of man are the primary advocates of forced equality. They work to drag down the capable so that they can reside in a world that in their eyes is a more just world, a world where capable man is forced downward and incapable man is lifted up.
They do not place the onus for betterment on the individual but make it a task for those who are effective and thus reduce capable mans place in the world to mere subsidizers of lower man. Stealing from them their freedom and their right to achieve and giving these to lower man like some kind of penance for their success.
Only in a world completely infected with psychosis could such a conception be considered charity and therefore righteous behavior for the modern man.
Can there be hope that man will find his way when he is confounded by boundless bureaucracies set up by half-men to stifle his betters? Can man cast off his ignorance and insatiable need for conformity so that he might become something better then he thinks he can be? Can man come to see that what he is now is not the pinnacle of his progression?
The answer is clear, NO!
Or at least not as a whole.
It is obvious that man is stratified and that the majority seeks ease above all else and thus they are incapable of forcing man forward. There is a very sparse minority who are capable and their numbers are dwindling and before they perish from the earth they must make an attempt for survival and then force a move beyond.
When man can finally embrace the idea that the incapable must be allowed to fall and that the capable must be encouraged to ascend we will know man has broken free from the waning plateau he has inhabited for so long. We will know man has evolved beyond tolerance of the void.
